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(/The door slammed behind Chris as he made it into his apartment, juggling two large pizza boxes with one hand and a case of beer under the other.) Cookie, I'm home. Pizza's here! (/Setting the boxes down on their well abused table, he took a glance around. He had hoped to make it home before Freddie's arrival, though Chris really couldn't say he minded all that much if Cook's old friend happened to make it there before him. Although he did his best to share all he could with Cook openly, the idea of putting everything out in the open didn't come naturally to Chris, who kept his weaknesses hidden from everyone he could, and he was more than happy to put it off until later. But Chris had delayed in letting Cook in on his latest reunion for far more than the sake of secrecy; he was just now coming terms to the whole thing himself, and to be frank, he wasn't really sure how being reunited with his long lost and long dead brother would sound when verbalized.)